It seems like more and more Dramiones are the same danm thing! So I am standing against it. I'm trying to make my stories different. Something that catches your attention.
So I thought long and hard, and here is my new concept! I'm taking regular cliche dramiones and making them my own! From classic, to umm...what?, to omg! Fav!
Rating: M for mature.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns almost everything.
Full Summary: After a breakup with Ron Weasley, Hermione is in the dumps. So her friends take her out on the town. However the club they take her to leads to alcohol. Then the club and alcohol leads her to Draco Malfoy. She just wanted to get drunk-happy and forget her relationship. However destiny leads her to a relationship that will make her trully happy.
Let the healing begin!
(Mysterious begenings)
Hermione pulls down the form fitting dress. It was too short. Her makeup was too heavy. Her hair was too seductive. She looked like a whore. She turns towards her friend Nessie, "Seriously, who buys a dress like this"
Nessie looks serious and then turns to a laughing Jessica who is already half drunk then back at Hermione, "I actually have this dress in five different colors"
Hermione looks down and stays quiet. She wipes her tears. Sniffles come shortly.
Ginny comes waltzing in, her party dress on and red hair in curls. "Okay ladies...my bachelorette party was officaly suppossed to begin an hour ago!"
Hermione puts on a fake smile, she couldn't do this to Ginny. Even if Ginny had turned into bride-zilla. "We will be out in just a minute!"
Ginny lets out a grumble. More girls can be heard squealing and laughing outside in the living room of Hermione and Jennifer's apartment. She turns back around and closes one of the double doors with impatience.
Nessie looks at Hermione, "you're a good friend you know, not letting her know the day before her wedding that her brother just happened to cheat on you."
Hermione wipes her eyes with a tissue and then fixes her heavy makeup. She turns around and takes a deep breath, "I'm the maid-of-honor."
(you havnt seen the bridezilla attack yet...)
The mix of lights was intoxicating. Ginny had already danced on tables, karaoked to the weird sisters and a bunch of muggle songs, taken of her shoes, taken shots, and was escorted by Nessie back home. What a baby, Hermione thought to herself as she contains her composure. she had maybe twenty to thirty drinks tonight and wasnt feeling a thing.
Then somewhere inbetween the tequila and Vodka she thought it was getting hot and took out her bun. She had taken support to a pole connected to a table-top. Then in someone's stupidity, had conquered a microphone.
She begins to spin and shake her hair to the great enthusiasm of the crowd.
"Baby! Somebodys going to cry, but it aint going to be me tonight. Your going to stay home, while I search the streets! baby!" she sings to the pussy cat dolls and laughs as the crowd cheers her on.
Jennifer gets on the table and is her back up, but her current hook-up grabs her back into the crowd so they can snog some more.
(meanwhile up in the V.I.P. Section)
Meanwhile back in the V.I.P section a blonde gentleman ignores the hookers and strippers trying to get his attention.
His friend leans back taking a deep breath as a girl is climbing all over him, her shirt off.
Draco scoffs and looks annoyed as he sips a beer. He turns towards the oneway mirror window, so he can look at his club's action. He hadn't remembered scheduling any performance. However Something...no someone had the whole club shouting and having a good time. He wanted to know...
An assistant comes over and says to Draco, "Mr. Malfoy...you have to see this."
Draco pushes another hooker out of his way so he can get a good view of the whole club. From his view he sees a brunette girl, she was singing horribly...but she looked danm cute in trying. From his view she was small. She was grinding and spinning, but not very good at it. ...a virgin for sure. The song from the pussy-cat dolls was seductive. She couldn't pull it off. She was too sweet looking.
Sweet...mysterious...interesting. Like just the look of her was familar.
He gets up and pushes more girls softly out of his way, the lights flashing. The music was coming to an end. Danm song couldn't end. He had to reach her. He had seen so many girls in this danm club, why was this one so interesting?
Blaise isnt even bothered as a few girls join in on the fun.
He reaches the main dance floor out of breath. It was a race against the music. He pushed people out of the way. He signlaed for the DJ to keep the music going. The song hit a new mix. People danced all around him. As he got closer to her, her face became more visable. Her makeup had disolved from the sweat and lights, her dress was nearly falling off her petite frame and her hair was a mess. She looked beautiful even then.
He finally gets to the front and takes a deep breath. He watches her do another spin, her small voice singing, "whatcha think about that"
He lets out a high pitched whistle. In the song, Missy Elliot starts to do her part. The girl starts to stop singing and dances. Round and round the pole.
The only thing Draco could think of was how well she kept her composure...he lets himself go and lets out a cat-call.
He spoke too soon, and Hermione fell off the table...then straight onto the floor. People didnt seem to care, they just kept dancing. Watching Jessica.
Draco helped her off the floor, and she leaned against him. He led her through the crowd of people. He had forgotten how crowded it got in his clubs, you know from being secluded in the V.I.P section. She mumbles to him, "You smell good"
He takes a glance down to the girl's head on his shoulder and lifts her arm over his shoulder so he can support her better. Then it hits him, "Granger"
She looks at him, her beautiful brown eyes sparkle as the neon lights hit them, "Yeah...my names Granger da cookie queen!" she giggles and hiccups.
He rolls his eyes and suddenly alot of the lust he had was gone. He smiles in a joking way and leads her away from the loud music. He helps her into the private elevator. She slides against the elevator wall and slumps to the floor. He looks down, "Suprising to see you here..."
She was so drunk, she didn't even recognize him. "Well...woop-dee-doo..." she looks at her heels and then back at him, "Am I too fat"
He looks confused, "Wait...what"
She starts to cry hystericaly, "He dumped me...she was so prett...pretty!" Then her inner-yoga classes came in handy as she laid her head flat against the cold marble elevator floor inbetween her legs, her hands behins her back.
He didn't know many things. however after owning many clubs and encounters with drunk women, he had some accusations. She was heartbroken after an ex and decided to get drunk. Two, she was feeling self-consious.
He takes a deep breath and slowly takes her out of the pretzel twist she had herself in.
He helps her to her feet as they stumble in heels, knowing that if she didnt have them on it would be easier. He gives up and picks her up. Once they exit the elevator, he puts her down and helps her into the V.I.P section.
Two men in pin-stripped suits nod there heads in respect.
He enters and the girls all are surrounding Blaise as he smokes a cigar. He looks up at Draco and then...Granger?
He gets up and the girls leave his side and look dissappointed as he gets up towards Drco and an indisposed bookworm.
"What the fuck man?"
Draco turns, "She is Ms.Pussycatdoll." Hermione is leaning against the leather plush seats. She leans against some famous rapper and says laughing, "your music is fun to dance too"
The rapper smiles and warms up to her, "Your da booty cutie...whats your name shorty?"
Draco gets suddenly protective and grabs her up by the arm, "She is my"
The rapper looks up and so does his entourage, "Your?" They looked threatening...dangerous.
Most of the celebritys were threatening.
Draco thinks fast, he looked deadly "Fiance"
Hermione laughs in the rapper's direction, "He is so nice, he smells nice..."
The rapper looks up at Draco his demeanor changed, "You got yourself a danm good one D...a nice peice of ass"
Draco nods and picks her up, "Come on darling, we must get you home...you have pilates in the morning." he puts on a fake smile.
Hermione laughs, someone had given her a glass of expensive chardonay. "I'm fat...see even he thinks so...I need an exercise class!"
Draco pulls her out of the V.I.P section. Then signals to two more workers in nice suits to help him. It was going to be a long night.
(Then they are off...)
He stumbles into his penthouse. Hermione laughing and tripping. Draco watches her hit the floor and laugh He would leave her there, but she was his responsibility. Plus the look on her face in the morning would be make up for all those years.
He helps her up. Then leads her to the couch. His muggle maid walks in her uniform pressed, she looks at Hermione. Then at Draco, "Anything I can get you? Aspirin? Champagne? condom?"
He looks at her, a smirk plastered, "Helga, please make up the bed and start a fire in the bedroom." He would rat her out for that, he never wore those blasted muggle devices...he just had to hide his magic. Hermione looked up at him from the cozy sofa, "I'm not pretty huh"
Draco looked at her, "what?"
She started to cry again, then lays her head against the arm of the leather sofa and starts to sob.
He looks generally annoyed. He moves next to her on the couch. He would do anything to shut her the fuck up!
"Look, Granger"
She mumbles inbetween tears, "My names Hermione"
He rolls is eyes, "Hermione"
"My names Granger!"
He looks at her losing his patience, "Make up your danm mind"
She starts to cry again.
He moves his hair back with his fingers and thinks of throwing her out the large window that looks over the whole city, but then he saw something he never had seen in her eyes before...helpless pity.
He moves her head and wipes the tears with his thumb. "Look...Hermione. I don't know...I...your really pretty okay. your not fat...your almost nothing."
She starts to cry hystericaly again, "Im nothing...no wonder he cheated on me"
Draco huffs, "Who"
Hermione looks up, "Ron...he...she..." she is now just a blob of tears.
He gets the point and grabs her hand where a silver engagement ring is. No diamond. "so you are engaged"
She nods whimpering and then lifting her head. She takes it off and puts it in his coat poacket, "you can take it as payment if you want...I better get home." She gets up and almost trips but grabs the edge of the sofa.
He follows worried, "No...no um...It's not safe."
She turns and looks at him, running her hands through her hair. "Ill be fine..." she is overly-confident as she trips and grabs the wall. He gets up and grabs her arm. Then holds her, "Look, Granger...Hermione. You can stay here tonight"
She looks up at him, blinks and then kisses him. "You are sweet, but no..." she turns and hits the wall.
He stands there shocked. He grabs her back, "you are staying here"
Hermione nods like a child, "Fine then...Ill go to bed! Gawd!" she turns and walks towards the kitchen.
"Bedrooms this way..." he points towards spiral stairs that lead to an even more luxurious and beautiful upper level.
He helps her up the steps halfway, and then gets annoyed.
He picks her up and carries her the rest of the way.
His maid walks out of the double doors with her eyebrows raised, she mumbles something in German. Which Draco understood to be something along the lines of, 'don't knock her up...'
Draco rolls his eyes and lays her on the bed. He looks at her look up at him. Her hair was in her face and she had the cutest innocent look set. He slips off her high hills. Then slowly moves closer. "Look, you can sleep with me. Just stay on this side"
She blinks and sits up, her hair falling to her shoulders. "Kiss me."
He looks struck, "No, no thats okay...you need to sleep"
She moves closer and kisses him again. Then wraps her arms around his neck. "Please"
He looks at her confused, all this was and all it would ever be was a forget me fuck. Hermione trying to get Weasel out of her head. He thought it was pointless. "No, you need to sleep."
Her fingers move to his lips to silence him. She brings her lips to his once more. It was strange how much she knew about sex when she had only done it a few times. With Ron it was boring.
With this guy, it seemed like fireworks were going off. She bites his bottom lip and nibbles the tip of his tounge.
Draco's heartbeat was going a million miles a minute. He moves her back against the bed. "Are you sure Granger?" He didn't want to fell like he was raping her. He didnt mind going on with this.
However it was the fact she was drunk that bothered him.
Even though she didnt exactly know who she was kissing. She grabbed his hand and kissed the soft masculine skin. Then dropped his hand down to her chest.
He watched her lay back underneath him and lay her arms out above her head then nod with her head tilted, she was welcoming him with open arms.
He takes a deep breath, "Is that a yes"
She moans, opens her legs and pulls him down without another word.
(Trouble begins)
Hermione awoke with a deep breath, she was naked in the softest sheets she had ever felt. However her vision was blurry. She sits up and a headache hits her.
She turns and hits a soft pillow. Then recovers her vision. She lifts her head. Theres a snort sound to her left.
She freaks and turns. As her vision comes back to normal she sees a english bull dog shaking his stub of a tail and getting excited.
She says almost as if drugged, "Well I have a feeling were not in the club anymore Toto."
Draco eats cereal looking over his documents at the breakfast counter. A chef is whistling in the background. His assitant comes into the kitchen handing him a small violet clutch.
He looks over the rim of his reading glasses, "Good morning Charlie"
The man adressed as charlie hands him the clutch, "We recovered your lady friend's belongings..."
Draco looks up interested and opens it then spills it out on the counter. Her wand and blackberry come out like dice onto the stainless steel.. Charlie raises an eyebrow.
Draco turns on her phone and says smiling, "You can find out so much about a person from their phone."
The chef is a well built black man with a good heart, "I don't think that's very smart"
Blaise walks into the kitchen a hoodie set and baggy jeans. His Ipod on and then him taking out the headphones. "D my man...How was the virgin pussycat?"
Draco looks up from the navy blue handheld cellphone, "Great...except guess who she was..." he could not believe Blaise was that drunk to where he couldn't remember.
"A slytherin girl from school?"
"No...Granger."
Blaise spits out the oarnge juice, "Are you fucking mad? you fucked the bookworm...the bookworm was the hottie virgin?" He puts his hand on his head and then turns, "Are you crazy?" He turns towards the other two men.
"Tell him he is crazy!"
Charlie shrugs, "Sorry, I work for him"
Blaise turns towards the other man, "Will! Come on is he crazy?"
Will goes back to whistling, his way of saying he doesnt want to be fired.
Draco raises his eyebrows, "I didn't even get to fuck her..." he touches the touch screen and loves the fact she is so ocd about everything in her phone.
Blaise looks confused, "Wait...you didn-"
"Hello?!" Hermione calls from the stairs wrapped in one of Draco's bathrobes. She walks down the steps, wondering if this is a dream. It was the nicest penthouse...
Blaise exits the kitchen. Will stops cooking and Charlie excuses himself...
Draco just keeps eating.
Hermione walks into his kitchen, passing a very impressive dinning room. the moment she walked into his kitchen and sees him. Her face was like a circus. Nervous...suprised...shocked and then...angry.
Draco smiles, "Good morning..."
Hermione stares, malice now in her voice, "How...what...?" she finds support on the cold countertop and puts her head in her hand. "Did we?"
Draco looks up and hands her the clutch. "You wanted too, we almost got far. Then you passed out. So I moved you over and let you sleep."
She looked at him shocked, "I wanted too...Oh God." she looks up, "Were you drunk too?"
He skips the question, "Breakfast?"
She looks at him, "you don't seem the least bit upset about this?" she shakes her head, "Or at myself"
Then her phone rings...the blackberry spins on the counter...it was Ginny.
Hermione looks alarmed, "Oh shit...the wedding is tonight...I have to be over there."
Draco's staff walks back into the kitchen. Blaise grabs a stool next to his best friend.
Draco looks at her face, how frightened she looked, "You look overwhelmed...arent you going to answer that Granger"
Hermione ponders over it. Her hand going to grab it...then going back to her side. almost as if it burned her.
The blackberry goes to voicemail and then a robot-like command comes from the speaker, "one missed call at nine forty five am."
Then it rings again, the same ringtone...the same person.
Draco raises his eyebrows, "you're right, I don't answer my phone either...thats how rumors starts." He snaps and to Hermione's suprize out comes an old looking maid. She had a masculine body and facial structure.
He points to the cell phone. Helga puts on a fake smile, that is scary. Her German accent is heavy, "Hello...Mafoy residence?"
Hermione didn't even get to respond or stop it and squeals. Covering her mouth with both hands, her eyes bulged.
Helga says frowning, "Hold on a second...Madame...phone?" she looks at Hermione.
Hermione shakily grabs it, even more pissed at Draco. "H-hello?"
Ginny reacts, "What the fuck are you doing"
Hermione thinks "Look Ginny I can explain..."
Ginny didnt even care or just wasnt listening, "you better have a good one for not being here to get ready"
Hermione mumbles, "O-oh right, I'm on my way..."
"Not only that but Ron told me this morning your engagement was off! you know how that is going to look!" Ginny grunted, "He said you cheated on him...he was being comforted by Vanessa last night and then you walked in"
"Comforted...comforted...he...I wasnt...I never." Hermione almost was in tears. She looks at the rest of the people in the kitchen and sniffles, "Ill be there"
Ginny rolls her eyes, "I knew you were jealous, just do one favor and be there in your dress."
Hermione hangs up. Then feels the sudden urge to cry. She didn't want to cry in front of her old enemies from school. However women are sensitive. She lets out a moan and starts to cry.
Helga mumbles, beacuse Hermione had not realized her phone was on speakerphone, "what a jerk...a real weibchen"
Blaise stares at Hermione, "How do you put up with that shit?"
Hermione gets up from slouching on the counter and then stumbles back. Wanting to forget everything. She walked back and said to Draco. "Um thanks...bye"
Will calls, "No breakfast then"
Hermione wipes the tears from her cheeks. "No thank you...I have to go." She leaves his pethouse with haste. Leaving her clutch and wand.
Draco didnt even have time to stop her.
(Let the hell begin...)
The wedding was short and sweet. Hell for those under Ginny's rule. Hermione had slugged through it. Shrugged off comments. Then there was the reception.
Harry And Ginny looked trully happy. Jennifer was warming up to her guy. Nessie looked satisfied with her dork of a boyfriend.
Hermione thought to herself. She didn't need a guy. She was fine. She thought it was miraculous how she had gotten over Ron. Just amazing.
Then shit hit her like a soccer-punch.
Ron stands and taps his wine-glass. A toast. He smiles and raises his glass. A smile spread. Best man and brother of the bride. "Hello Ladies and gentlemen..."
Everybody smiles and listens like the good reception they are. Hermione suddenly feels the urge to drink.
He smiles, "This toast is to my sister and my best mate...From awkward glances across the breakfast table to a budding romance that will last as long as my parents...congratulations you guys."
Everyone clapped and whistled. shouts of 'here here' came out of peoples mouths.
He wasn't finished, "I actually have an announcment..." he turns and smiles, "there is a girl here tonight, who I have deserted and was stupid for doing so"
Hermione perks suddenly feeling a twang in her chest. She hadn't gottten over ron. she loved him! He loved her!
Ron walks over to another table, where a skinny blonde woman sat tearing up. Vanessa Brocksman. "Vanessa will you marry me?"
Hermione coughs on her martini. The rest of the reception awws and smiles. Ginny and Harry have excited gleams.
Vanessa laughs and says her reply, the crowd goes excited...love was in the air. Hermione got sick of the love and left the reception...no toast...just nothing.
She found two doors that lead to the dark alley. The freezing cold sent shock waves through her body as the dress she wore was short and revealing...Yet pouffy and ugly.
She started crying. She cried hystericaly. Till her ribs hurt. Till she thought there was no more tears to cry. Till...till she thought she had heard the music die down.
She stumbled out into the brick wall, grasping a break. Deep breaths of cold harsh air hit her throat as she felt like she couldn't breathe. Suddenly she hears something behind her.
Frightened she searches for her wand. nothing...damn. She starts to cry hystericaly. Frightened...sad...angry.
The shadow and voice gets more near. She freaks, her hand slips off the brick's wet surface and hits the rugh pavement and dirt. It burnt...
The large black man in a trench coat was talking on his cell phone. "yes sir, no sir...goodnight sir." He turns off his cell and trys opening the locked fir exit to the wedding reception.
Hermione takes a deep breath, "Sir...I think it's locked." she looks at her hand. The red blood and dirt was mixing. She really was a mudblood. She didnt know why she had spoken to a complete stranger.
he could be a murderer. At this point, she could die for all she cared.
The man turns, his deep voice sounding dangerous. A very slick pin-stripe suit and ammaculent black shoes. He looked like a mobster from the thirties, very classy. "It is ay"
Hermione doesn't look up just enjoys the pain hitting her hand, closing her eyes...she waits for death. She felt dangerous. A dark alley with a stranger...
He takes a picture out of his pocket and compares it to the girl. "Are you the pussycat virgin"
Hermione grumbles not looking up, "Yeah you were there, its all over the internet...enough people at the wedding had it on their picture phone...bug off"
The man doesn't take it to hard. He looks more concerned, "I'm sorry...Ms.Granger."
Hermione looks up and was scared. "H-how do you know my name"
He hands her his hand, "I am Jacks, I'm security"
"I didn't know alleys were a private property...you still didnt answer my question." she takes his hand, not caring if he was dangerous or not.
He says worried about how cold she is, "I was sent here from my boss, he has a few of your belongings." She looks at him, "Look...if this is a trick I'm not falling for it. Plus I have a boy..." she stops cold and then starts crying again.
The bodyguard was a gentleman, having a wife himself he felt pitty for the girl. She also had no protection...that wasnt right. "Look...miss? If you come with me to one of the clubs I can get you a drink. It's free. It's one of the benefits"
Hermione looks up through her tears, "Who exactly do you work for"
Jacks smiles as steam is made with his breath, "Mr. Draco Malfoy"
(At the 'chains' club. Ten o clock PM)
Hermione sat at the bar. It wasn't the same one from the other night. He must own many... she sips coffee with gin inside for a kick. "So...is it Jacks or Jack"
"Jacks." He says sipping water. "Oh okay..." Hermione says with a warm smile. "Thank you Jacks." Now that she got a better lok at Jacks he looked tough. He seemed like a huge teddy bear though.
He gives her a smile, "You are welcome Ms. Granger"
"You can call me Mione...if you'd like"
He shakes his head, "Sorry mam, but I respect ladies...especially the bosses lady."
Hermione blinked, "But...I"
She was interupted.
Charlie comes out of the crowd, like the rest of Draco's staff he was dressed properly. He looked alot thinner now that she was fully awake. He was a dorky guy. A tall man with curly brown locks and glasses.
"Ah, Ms. Granger..." he looks at Jacks, "That will be all Mr. Darwin"
Jacks nods and winks at mione, "have a nice night. I will be seeing you later."
Hermione turns towards Charlie, her hand out. "look just give me my belongings and I won't have to bother Malfoy"
Charlie looks like a smartass. "Mr. Malfoy requests your presence"
Hermione folds her arms, "Why...I'm sure he wants to forget everything anyway"
Charlie doesnt answer, or show any sign of expression. He was good. "Are we going to wait here all evening Ms. Granger? Mr. Malfoy does not have all night"
(It's getting good...)
Hermione stumbles into the large V.I.P section. She recognized alot of celebrities...but left it at that. She is noticed by another employee and is escorted out of The V.I.P section.
She looks at Charlie, "You told me to go find him"
Charlie raises an eyebrow, "He is in his office"
She looks mad. He points to a long hallway...
She'd go anywhere to get away from Charlie.
She doesnt knock and just walks into his small second office. It was small but luxurious. Draco looks up from his laptop, "Nice dress Granger...how many bows...ten"
She looks down at the disaster. "Ha funny Malfoy...now that you've got a good laugh and played the hero...wanna give me my shit back."
He smiles, "Tsk tsk Ms. Granger such rude language"
She stares at him.
He sits back enjoying the quareling he quite missed from Hogwarts days. "It's not here."
Hermione grunts and raises her voice, "What is this? a pass the dumb ugly mudblood game?"
He frowns, "No..." he had never heard her use mudblood on herself. He is serious now, "It's at my residence..."
She looked at him. He was giving her the look a boyfriend does when his girlfriend puts herself down. She ignores it, "Look Malfoy, I'm getting tired. I just want to get this night over. Have a few drinks and then go home"
He nods at her, "Fine, then...but what happens after tonight?"
Hermione raises an eyebrow, "What"
He looked at her, "Jacks told me everything"
Hermione kept her head up, faking a smirk. Trying to keep herself from crying in front of her enemy...again. "And?"
Draco huffed, "He said you couldn't even keep yourself in tact"
Hermione knew he was right but wouldn't admitt it, "What has this got to do with anything"
He decided to move on. The truth was he didnt know what it was. He just fucking cared about her. "Fine we will have a few drinks, then head to my apartment and grab your belongings."
Hermione stares and picks up her dress so she can walk properly forward to his desk, "Who said anything about we?"
"You want your stuff don't you"
She nods, "Ill get my stuff first and then go drink...without you"
He shakes his head, "Not gonna happen."
"You dont trust me in your penthouse"
He looks at her, "Would you trust me in yours?"
(Draco's penthouse 12 AM.)
Hermione sits on his sofa, "Why wouldn't you let me get drunk"
"You'll be thanking me later..."
"Look Malfoy I don't know what you are playing at...but right now I would like to be so wasted that I can actually handle the encounter with Jennifer and her sex-crazed boyfriend and a room full of pictures and belonging that belong to"
He waits for her to finish...
She skips it. "Look Can you please just give me my stuff and Ill head to some irish bar in forty-ninth district"
He raises an eyebrow, "You know ill give you the alcohol for free...some wine maybe?"
She huffs, "You own bars...can't you just pick up some girl there and get her drunk"
A maid she had not seen before walks in with a bottle of wine and some wine glasses.
Draco smiles, "Get comfortable Granger..."
(A few glasses of wine and hours later... 2:30 am.)
Somehow the conversation led to many things...it even got deep. Hermione laughs, she wasnt drunk and neither was he. However the amount of liqour they had consumed made them more comfortable.
"So Granger, when were you going to tell me that your house mates were moving in with their boyfriends?"
Hermione looks at him, "I wasn't...its no concern of yours."
He raises an eyebrow and puts his wine glass down, "Well, on account of the fact that you seem...depressed."
She doesn't answer...
He looks at her wipe a tear and turn away from him. She wasnt looking at the warm fire, but the dead of night that was outside his large window. She suddenly becomes aware of the curtains.
She gets up holding her wine glass and pushes a button as the dark black satin curtains draw back automatically to show a very large wall-like window that cascaded the whole city before her.
"Granger?"
She was captivated in the sight and her thoughts. She turns, "Yeah Malfoy?" she sips her wine.
He smiles as she sits on the sofa again, "you like the wine?"
She nods looking at the bottle, "What company?"
"My family owns a vineyard in Nappa and Venice." he smiles, "Glad you like it."
She puts it down and grabs his blackberry.
He looks at her, "What are you doing?"
She looks up, but doesn't answer, "So what exactly do you own Malfoy?"
He leans back in the leather chair across from her. "we own clubs, a vineyard, a few big marketing companies and are one of the original department store families..."
She looks stunned but blows it off, "Interesting...so why arent you married yet?" she laughs, "I mean...I'm sure gold diggers are everywhere."
He looks at her, "Why arent you married...your pretty and smart?"
She looks angry now, "I was going to be married...but..." a tear rolls down her cheek. She wipes it quick refusing to cry in front of him. "its over."
He wants to make her feel better, he should have known better, "I was going to be married as well actually..."
She looks at him then speaks with a coarse voice on the verge of tears but sucking at composing it, "what happened?"
"Difference of morals,"
"Oh she wasnt pureblood huh?"
"No...thats no longer a factor in my relationships. My family has seemed to grow on buisness deals with muggles recently. My parents are much more open." She looks at him, almost unbelieving that anyone could change his family...or even him. "What do you mean then?"
"I have morals about who my wife is...what she does...where her place is."
Hermione looks up, "Then what is that place?"
He looks up, "A wife and mother should not work...she should be with the children. Doing as she pleases and enjoying life..."
Hermione took it the wrong way, "Barefoot and pregnant you mean?"
"No, I mean..."
"Under you..."
"Yes...I mean no! It's just after a women gives herself to me. That she gives her life to me. Its almost too romantic. That she goes through pain and suffering to give a life to me. Why would I ever ask her to do something else?"
Hermione stares, "Why'd she leave then?" she felt a bit of twang in her heart for him. However she didnt know it.
He looks at her, she was beautiful in the dark lit room. Even in that horrible dress... "She didn't want children."
(Later on...4:20 Am)
It was almost dawn and neither were asleep. They just starred at each other. Sexual tension was close. Freindship was peaking. Love had to be earned. stubborness rose above.
"So why did you ever stay with Weasle anyway?" He asked.
Her eyes were almost shut, falling into sleep. She opened them, "I thought he loved me..."
"Do you love him"
She was on the verge of sleep, "Madly..." she closes her eyes.
He huffs and stiffles a yawn. He watches her drift into a peacefull sleep. She was an amazing peice of art work. Delicate with creamy skin.
Her petite frame laying out across the expensive sofa, Her dress making her look like she was sleeping on a neon colored cloud. Her beautiful brown hair around her soft face.
She was an amazing sight, one he wasnt so sure he wanted to see go...
(The next morning. 8:00 am)
Hermione awoke slowly she felt warm. She felt comfortable. She felt at home. She opens her eyes and the same bulldog she had encountered yesterday morning layed at her feet, snoring.
She felt a breath on her neck as she layed her head back against the large plush pillow. She turns to see Draco asleep. His arms around her waist, his legs so close to hers. She felt uncomfortable and awkward all of a sudden.
She settled underneath his muscular arms. Then noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. That also she was wearing his silk pajama shirt as a nightgown. Hermind raced...they hadnt done anything...she fell asleep on the sofa... a deep breath escapes her mouth.
Then a phone next to her on the bed rings.
Draco mumbles, "Hermione...can you pick that up?" he turns his back to her and goes back to sleep.
She huffs, how could he not...she was...err nevermind.
She picks it up, "Hello"
"Hello, I want to talk to my son...wait. What maid is this? Oh Good merlin...did he fire Helga"
Hermione blinks, "I dunno"
"Well then what do you know? You are the hired help...are you not"
"Ummm actually no." she sits up, "This is Hermione..."
There is a pause.
Narcissa sounds uncomfortable, "Can you turn around and do a favor please"
Hermione listens, "Ugh, yes?"
"Hit him"
(end of chapter one.)
Author's note: Please review! Tell me what you think! I will have the next chapter up soon. most likely in two days.